Inner Sanctum

Sleep brings no joy to me, remembrance never dies My soul is given to misery and lives in sighs... The shadows of the dead, my waken eyes may never see Surround my bed, that from which they sprung eternity Beneath the turf the silent dead Sleep brings no wish to knit, my harrassed heart beneath My only wish is to forget in the sleep of death Death is my joy, I long to be at rest I wish the damp earth covered, this desolate breast Beneath the mould the silent dead But the glad eyes around us must weep as we have done And we must see the same gloom eclipse their morning sun Oh not for them, should we despair The grave is drear but they're not there Their dust is mingled with the sod Their pale souls are gone, to god Well, may they live in ecstasy, their long eternity of joy At least I wouldn't bring them down with me to weep, to groan And what's the future, a sea beneath the cloudless sun A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea stretching into infinity My inner sanctum, R.I.P.